Good morning is what I hear
Wake up, wake up my friend is morning time
the sun is looking for you, that's what I hear
I can see a village of dancing olive trees
showing off their vibrant greens upon the rolling hills
whispering songs it's what I hear before the morning breeze
Come out and take a walk along the faithful rusty rock wall
and just follow your feet down the winding path
yes, you may surrender your muddy feet to your loving grove after the evening rainfall
Memories of those that once loved this fertile land
lingers as the birds are the only keepers of the unwritten histories
good morning, good morning I can hear them calling me from my Castillian farmland
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